Superstar

Sloane Ashford didn’t just transmigrate into a trashy novel—she landed in the middle of a career-ending scandal with zero fans, a toxic family, and an insufferable “fiancé” who thinks money can buy her silence. Her response? Total chaos. She claps back at haters online, drops the most unhinged one-liners on a dating show, and somehow becomes the internet’s favorite disaster. And when a certain cold, rude, absurdly wealthy CEO shows up—thinking he can boss her around—she decides he’s her new favorite target. He’s supposed to be her enemy. Her opposite. The annoying rich guy with a death wish and a shocking talent for cooking. But somewhere between roasting him in public and accidentally making him laugh, Sloane realizes... This idiot might actually be falling for her. And worse? She might be falling back. Welcome to the messiest, most unhinged love story in entertainment history.

He was television’s biggest failure. Now he’s about to become its greatest success. Linus Jay wakes up in a world where screenwriters are the true power players—and his name is already a punchline. After the catastrophic collapse of Azure Sky TV’s most expensive production, the industry branded him radioactive. Blacklisted. Broke. Written off. The only problem? They buried the wrong man.

The Serbian White Eagles aren't just a soccer club; they’re my family’s legacy, the blood in my veins, and the pride of my community. But pride doesn't pay for the stadium lights or clear the mounting debt. I fought until my hands were raw, exhausted every favor, and spent every last cent I owned trying to keep us afloat. Finally, I had to admit the truth: we were dying. And I, Aleksa Pavić, was not going to give up. There was only one man left in Toronto with the power to stop the bleeding: Maksim Volkov. The CEO of FC Vorkuta, my f*ck*ng rival, and a man whose presence is as cold and precise as a winter morning in the city. I walked into his office smelling of rain and desperation, bracing for a shark. I expected him to demand my soul or laugh as I knelt to beg. Instead, he was... kind. He offered me a seat, a glass of vintage scotch, and a voice like silk that promised to protect my talent. He looked at me not as an enemy, but as something precious, he’d been waiting years to hold. I signed the papers before I realized the ink was a blood bond. "I’ll pay your debts, Aleksa. I’ll save your legacy. All I ask in return is the one thing you’ve spent your life guarding: I want you and everything you have." Maksim Volkov's calm voice rose in the room. Maksim didn't just save my team; he bought my life. He hasn't used a single chain, yet I am more captive than I’ve ever been. Between the security that follows my every shadow and the way he maps my body with a devotion that feels like a prayer, the exits have all vanished. He’s erased the seams between us until I don't know where my hate ends and his obsession begins. I never saw it coming, and now, as his hands find me in the dark, I have no idea if I want to escape... or if I’m finally ready to drown in the love of the man who ruined me.

“W-what…what are you saying, Caesar,” Grace was in disbelief as tears lingered in her eyes. “Let's divorce Grace, she's back?” Caesar muttered coldly, shattering Grace's heart. Her grip on the envelope containing the divorce papers tightened. “This can't be… I'm your wife, and I'm…” she attempted to tell him the good news of her pregnancy. “The love of my life is back…you were just a substitute,” his words echoed in Grace's ears. She was simply a substitute and nothing else. Five years later, Grace made an entrance in Caesar's life. “You can't run away from me… I know you still love me…” “I don't love you anymore, Caesar, now let go!” Grace tried to flee Caesar's stronghold, but unfortunately, he shoved her against the wall gently. “Let me go…you're hurting…” “What are you doing to my mommy,” a small melodious voice of a little girl got Caesar's attention, he turned around only to find a little girl standing behind him with a stern expression. “Mommy?” Why was the little girl referring to Grace as mom? ~~~~ Grace always thought she had a perfect husband and happy marriage until her world shattered when Caesar's past walked through the door, disrupting their seemingly perfect marriage. A girlfriend, the love of his life, appeared out of nowhere, demanding her place in Caesar's heart. Instantly, their once-unbreakable bond crumbled, leaving Grace utterly devastated. Confusion and heartache enveloped her as Caesar made the painful request for a divorce, even when she was expecting his child. Five years later, Grace was back to where it all started. This time with a solid heart and a goal to protect her daughter.

"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that had changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." •••••••••• In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it—it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable... Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men. How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it—especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all?

"I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his.

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn’t love her, but that was the last straw for the camel’s back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, “Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let’s get a divorce.” The man who claimed to not have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

Everyone knows the rules of fake dating: No catching feelings. And definitely no falling for the guy who once wrote your perfect twin sister love letters he never sent. I’m Olivia Carter: the unloved twin, the spare, the one who got dumped so my ex could marry my sister, the one currently fake-dating Rowan Parker, captain of the Ice Hawks, just to make Caleb choke on his own wedding cake. Rowan needs a girlfriend to scare off puck bunnies until playoffs. I need revenge that tastes like his mouth at 2 a.m. We’re professionals. This is business. Except he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, and I’m starting to forget the word “pretend.”

Evangeline Rutherford once loved a man with all her heart-and he destroyed her without hesitation. Three years of cold, hurtful marriage ended in cruel humiliation. She was kicked out for nothing, unilaterally divorced, and abandoned as if she'd never mattered. But Eva didn't choose to be destroyed. She buried her past and rose as Pearl Oceanna, a respected fashion icon. The world now knows her as an untouchable woman-perfect on the outside, but building a high wall around her heart. Only one man has ever dared to breach her defenses: Maximilian Von Ziegler. Max was the only one who believed in Eva when the world belittled her. He saw her broken heart, reached out, and rebuilt her confidence. But even though Max loved her with all his heart, Eva never really let him in. The wounds of the past are too deep, and she's afraid that loving means giving herself a chance to be hurt again. However, things go awry when Roderick Langley, the man who once destroyed her, returns to her life. With a face full of regret, Rick tries to win her back. At the same time, Max extends his hand-not to ask, but to remind Eva that she deserves to be loved sincerely. Eva knows she has to choose. But this time, it is not a man who will decide her destiny - but herself.

“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.” Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.